Memories are tricky things. Our minds distil events, and we’re left with the essence. When I was little, my three younger siblings and I never ventured far from our mom’s side. She cleaned, sewed, knitted, cooked with a baby in her arms. One of my very first memories is of my dad driving my mom […]
Monday, 13 August 2012
Friday, 25 February 2011
Last December, I traveled to Argentina, for only the second time in fourteen years. The first time, I traveled with my Cangri who was barely one year old, and I was eight weeks pregnant. It was April, the time between Summer and Fall (in the Southern Hemisphere). I was there for two weeks–one week was […]
